i am easy to forget, i know
just take off all your clothes
let the breeze wash over you
in your white linen mesh-laced flower bed
you wipe your ass with silk
and i never even thought of you
with your hands between your legs
why, when i
am a styrofoam plaster-cast
of pleather sludge?
you don't think
of me as brilliant,
which is exactly what i am.
You say
I'm unique instead;
but being unique is so cliche;
I'd rather be dead.
you need me like
you need me like
you need
more mother-fucking holes
in your beautiful head
I'm an abortion from you
torn from your chest
against my will
I'm still teething
wishing
upon the stars that spray
(the milky way)
from your bloody, milked breast
Needles say
I'm naked
Pins in hay
laying, baying on the bed
washed like black velvet
from bony swamps protrude
Author notes
nick cave and the bad seeds, Hercules, nudity, the matrix, insignificant, etc.
